A bald knight1, who wore a wig2, went out to hunt. A sudden puffof wind blew off his hat and wig, at which a loud laugh rangforth from his companions. He pulled up his horse, and withgreat glee joined in the joke by saying, "What a marvel3 it isthat hairs which are not mine should fly from me, when they haveforsaken even the man on whose head they grew." 
Thy pride is but the prologue of thy shame. 